I was able to knit when I was five years old. I remember my delight and sense of accomplishment as I looked down upon a small brown square that I had finished.
I must be very uptight or angry, something, because knitting is one thing that I cannot do. I am able to cast the stitches onto the needle. After that point things become very tight and tense and I am afraid I will take an eye out with one of the needles things are so stressful. It is upsetting to me that once upon a time a little me was able to do this, and now it is the only craft that seems to elude me.